Yeah, if you pay close attention to the songs and listen to little details in some of them, patterns in the tempo begin to emerge. It stands out in your first one #228, the piano will suddenly fly off, like it's trying to change the tempo of the entire song. Like it's trying to drag the tempo down the street for candy, the tempo responds in the drum, beginning to add that extra beat every so often, like the person being dragged by the piano can't keep up, and trips up. In #241 it continuously shifts and changes itself, like it's struggling to keep from being held down and bound. #243 feels like it's working to find a pace it likes, like it can't decide whether to sprint, or stomp. #245 makes me think of a little kid who can't sit still in their seat.

Yes, I like FFVII, Cloud's an emobitch, but Zack, Angeal, and Sephiroth are all BAMFs. Genesis is a narcissist, Yuffie is probably like you. Tifa makes me think that she's got a baseball bat stuck up her butt she's so uptight. And Aerith makes me think of my ex-gf too much.
Have you been able to see David Tennant's series yet?

David Tennant has made Doctor Who what it is today. 90% of the time, when the name Doctor Who is mentioned, the first person thought of is David Tennant.
Here's a clip from episode 185b, "The Family of Blood" www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUX...

This is a clip from the Weeping Angel's introduction to the Doctor Who series, episode 186, "Blink" www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH0... Possibly the scariest TV episode I have ever watched of ANY TV series.

Noes, was talking about David Tennant's series of Doctor Who.
Christopher Eccleston made the Doctor a badass ************.
David Tennant made him a God, even amongst Gods.
Matt Smith turned him into about the clumsiest mofugga I have ever seen.

Also, yes, the way I hear music allows me to translate subtle similarities in the tempo, which creates a mental picture for me to follow, which translates to a rather specific psychological profile. That, and the way you write, made me think you'd be stubborn, if not high-spirited, I just didn't want to use stubborn because I didn't think you'd like it.
It's okay, I'm genetically wired to be as stubborn as a mule, in case you hadn't already noticed it.

Plenty of cleavage in this first AMV... Makes me wonder if you are trying to see how I will respond psychologically to it.
LOL WUT DID I JUST WATCH? Second one's like Fooly Cooly crossed with Yu Yu Hakusho, FFVII, and DBZ.

Two other things, if the way I am typing right now seems a bit odd, it's because my brain can't decide who to be today, I am stuck between something like Vergil from DMC 3, Ichigo's Hollow, and Angeal from FFVII... Yeah, I'm about to lose my damn mind.
And, if you don't mind my asking, what kind of mental impression do you have of me? Now that you have a better idea of who/what I am. I am curious as to what someone who has never seen me before thinks of me.

Look at me, suddenly being so very talkative. I should really stop before I bore you to death, shouldn't I?

Lawl, now I'm no longer sure if you are actually a girl, or whether you are bi / lesbian after what you said about the Witchblade AMV, dat wording. www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUt...
Yes, I do think I have lost my mind. It's bad enough that I can't touch anything in someone else's house for fear of breaking anything I touch. However, when you're so pissed off that it takes every ounce of willpower you have to keep from ACTUALLY tearing someone's face off with your own bare hands. Serious damage R us. I bent a tire iron while trying to fix a flat tire on a small pickup. I'm not allowed to flip the **** out in public, because there's a large possibility that people will die. I can't be getting drunk for the same reason. I know it sounds like something out of a movie, but it is true. Is it any wonder why I am afraid of permanently loosing it, if I let the one thing that once made me human back into my life?
Slightly cocky, eh? That's only the second time I've heard someone say that about me, ever. How curious....
Funnily enough, as I read what you think of me, perhaps it's just me being cocky again, but it made me think of this... www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlX...
I am going to attempt to describe you as I think you are.(I like using precise wording, so I choose words very carefully, with great deliberation.) www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXL...
I imagine you are a colourful person, and I suspect you like art/drawing. Cheery, and perhaps somewhat goofy or clumsy. But you sometimes get sad, and need something to cheer you up, like fish-fingers and custard. And you love the little things, like the sound of a thunderstorm, or the look of wind through tall grass. Most of all, I imagine you are, as you have confirmed, hard-headed, and don't like people telling you what to do all the time. You're nice enough that you don't mind doing things if people ask, but you probably get aggressive when you think people are trying to force you to do things.

OMFG I ran out of characters to use....
Imma go play a round of L4D2, now.
It's dangerous to be alone, here, take this... www.youtube.com/watch?v=Egm...
...and let the sound of the waves of space and time wash over you, as you fly past galaxies and solar systems.

Lol, okay, okay, I'll take your word for it.
Unfortunately for me, I'm easily capable of causing serious harm to someone, without the aid of being upset.
Perhaps all the DMC 4 I have played has made me so cocky. www.youtube.com/watch?v=xII...
The way you are talking about how you think I am still human, kinda makes me think you are trying to say this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_L...
ROFL, I just thought, if you were a friend who lived close by, I could piss you off to no end, and you'd have to teach yourself not to hit me. Why, you ask? Because if you did, you'd cause serious bodily harm to yourself long before you would hurt me (cheap shots not included). You'd have to learn to throw books at me, and stuff.
*Very dramatically and sarcastically*
WE'D BE PERFECT FOR ONE ANOTHER!
*End sarcasmic dramaspree*

IDK whether I should believe in God or not, if there is/are such a thing, it/they're assholes for leaving things the way they are in the world. If there is a Heaven and a Hell, it is my choice that I spend eternity in Hell, it's impossible for any such thing as Heaven to exist for me, without the one I loved at my side. If nothing exists beyond this, I would be content to return to the void, where there is no joy, pain, love, sorrow, agony, hatred, there is nothing.

You and I both be busy bees.
I can remember one day when my ex got really pissed at me, she was furious, she started taking her anger out on me. I just laughed, and hugged her close until she hugged me back.
I don't think anybody has the right to tell others that there is a higher authority out there amongst the stars, whether there actually is one, or not. Not unless they can absolutely prove, without a doubt, that such a being does, in fact, exist. If they can't provide concrete evidence, they're no better than the crazy-haired guy trying to tell us that aliens have been to Earth before, are here now, and will return in the future.
While I do doubt, with our limited knowledge of the universe, that we are the only sentient beings out here, I will not go so far as to say that there MUST be "aliens" amongst other galaxies. It is still very possible that we ARE alone.

It's funny to me how this little conversation of ours started out, looking back at it now. Wouldn't you agree?

funnyjunk.com/youtube/16674...
^Check the poster...^
Yes, I have known of Foamy for several years now.
The author used to make weekly comics, but he has moved on from that...
Now he makes a new video every other week. www.illwillpress.com
A website for you to bookmark, YAAAAAAAAAAAY.

I am guessing you don't prefer Disturbed very much, is because some of their songs incorporate religious themes.

I was never really able to find things like TomSka and Foamy until I was 19, as I never really had internet until I was nearly 18. My parents wouldn't approve of my watching things of the sort, but my parents never paid me much heed, anyway.

I wish sometimes I could go back to my old-self, that I could attempt to be "normal", I sometimes forget why I chose this path. Once in a great while, I go back to those days, when I wanted everything to end, and I wonder for what reason I exist, I wonder why I am alive, and I want to die again. Most days are a toss up between a mixture of empty, cold, emotionlessness, and an evil, cruel hilarity. In a visual comparison, Sephiroth and the cartoon Joker.
It's on the days that I remember vividly why I chose the path I did, that are the most painful, as I have intermittent, yet clear visual memories of my time with the one I want to see smile most.
Today has slowly become one of those days...
Don't people get over this stuff soon afterward? Or do most people carry this pain with them for years afterward, like I am?
...I don't understand....

I was taught all my life that I am never supposed to make mistakes, ever, they are shameful, and should never be spoken of. Unfortunately, I have also only ever been taught that everything I do is wrong, and everything I have ever done is a mistake. I spent my entire childhood trying to do things to make my parents proud of me, I just wanted them to look down at me, and smile. I never had any siblings that could help me. I'm glad there never were, as they might've turned out like me.

I know I could get past all of this if I were to try, but I don't want to get past all of this. Perhaps it sounds strange, but I would rather spend an eternity in agony, in return for the happiness of another, than spend a lifetime in misery, trying to be happy for myself.

Also, for some reason, when I ponder what you are trying to accomplish, I keep getting the mental image of someone looking around in a dark chamber with a candle, looking for something, anything, that gives them hope, that makes them smile and think, "Everything's going to be alright."

If and when the reply limit is reached again, you can just start anew, or do whatever, I don't care what you do.

I don't believe that I am perfect, I couldn't tell you how many hours I've spent contemplating the very meaning of the word perfect. I guess, that between my stubbornness, and having that single idea beat into my mind every day, I'm still going to god damn try to be perfect.
I'm not trying to impress anyone, anymore, I'm not trying to say I'm better than anyone else, I'm just standing up for my personal beliefs, and what I understand to be truth.
I had, at one point, been a silly, goofy person, I liked making everyone around me smile, or make them take a step back to figure out what was going on, the cost of that, was the madness that overwhelmed me, and nearly killed me.
Now I exist with this cloudy gloominess, and I don't mind anymore. It keeps most people away from me. After being bullied and picked on for so many years, it's nice to see people make paths around me, just because they see a shadow.
The others who walk into the shadow, usually understand that this is how I've only ever known myself to be, or are curious enough to want to know, like you.

Maybe, someday, perhaps on the day I cease to exist, I will, just for a moment, be content as I once was, at peace with the world, and on that moment, I will smile once more. For me, the world, everyone, everything. But it is not this moment, it is not now, that is still some time from this moment.